Quotes About Mystery

Joe Clifford Faust

The only thing I can assure you of is this: The unknown has never let me down.

John Correli: Did you kill Mr Boz, Miss Tramell? Catherine: I'd have to be pretty stupid to write a book about killing and then kill him the way I described in my book. I'd be announcing myself as the killer. I'm not stupid.

Sooner or later a black car came for everyone.

I will be waiting by candlelight in our tree house of the mind.

You could just tell she was the best kind of trouble.

Oh, now don't act like the idea is so terrible. When you come down to it, what could be more romantic than a few hours of scrambling around in a cold, dripping hole known for occasionally flooding and drowning people?

I think while I was passed out, I dreamed about my mom's gingerbread cookies. Maybe the guy who knocked on the glass was eatin' one." "Mm," said Peace-not-War. "Well. That's helpful. We'll put an APB out on the Gingerbread Man. I'm not hopeful it'll do us much good, though. Word on the street is you can't catch him.

And you're not an envoy from the lord?" "You're not an angel?" "Nope. Just a librarian." Aw, well, she said, "That's close enough for me." ~Full Throttle by Joe Hill

The aspiring novelist in me wants a secret tunnel hidden behind a false wall, or a poster of a famous movie star

That's what was on the video," Lee said, a little breathlessly. "Horns. Holy fucking shit. I thought it was a bad tape. But it wasn't something wrong with the tape. It was something wrong with you.

Vic twisted her head to peer back over her shoulder, wanting another look, and saw three other children emerging out of the alley behind her. One appeared to be holding a scythe; two of them were barefoot. Barefoot in the snow.

A thousand prayers every minute everywhere and what does God ever say back? Nothing! Because silence never lies. Silence is God's final advantage. Silence is the purest form of harmony. Everyone ought to try it.

Harper's face was buried in Mr. Truffle's fur and with each inhalation she smelled the last nine months of his secret cat life: must, dust, grave dirt, basements and tall grass, beach and drainpipe, Dumpster and dandelions. The

Lake Pontchartrain, huh?

Fantasmas traziam recados do além, mas não davam pistas de que seriam bons ouvintes.

Usually you can only catch the Sasquatch blur of your own legendary moments in the side mirrors.

and the doors to Mid-World

Everything that is good in the day is even better in the night.

The aspiring novelist in me wants a secret tunnel hidden behind a false wall, or a poster of a famous movie star, or

asleep, her eyes partly shut as she tramped across the dew-soaked grass. Today she had on a thick white fluffy cap with

My father says Alamagüselum lives in the walls and drinks tears.

Die Todten reiten schnell. (For the dead travel fast.) —"LENORE," GOTTFRIED BÜRGER

Repulsion masks attraction